Page 37 of When We Met

Taking the coffee in my hand, I quirk an eyebrow, my heart thumping a little faster. Leaning into my toolbox, I cross my arms over my chest, appearing casual. “What are they saying?”

Tilly winks. Of course this is funny to her. “Oh, you know.”

I raise an eyebrow, expecting her to continue, but she doesn’t. “No, I don’t.” I step closer to my aunt. “Tell me.”

“What’s it worth to you?”

I fight the urge to shake her. It wouldn’t be the first time. “I’m not playing this game with you,” I tell her hastily, scowling. “I have work to do.”

Laughter leaves her lips as she passes out coffee to the rest of the guys making themselves busy this morning.

I take the next twenty minutes and get prices on parts for Kacy’s Mercedes. It’s the only part of my morning that’s normal. Because the instant, the very second my hand touches that door, my entire body tenses, and my heart beats a little faster. I see her through the window, Sev on her lap, Camdyn sitting next to her, both of them smiling and laughing at whatever she’s telling them.

Exhaling heavily, I open the door and walk into the office, knowing I’m about to be watched carefully. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Lulu.” Camdyn grins, swinging her legs off the side of the couch she’s sitting on. “Kacy’s never ever seen a real live horse.”

“You’re not missing much,” I mumble, my eyes on the paper.

Lillian laughs. “Barron hates—”

“Are you in a hurry?” I ask Kacy, interrupting Lillian before she can tell an embarrassing horse story of mine. Or any other story she doesn’t need to know. Laughter comes from Lillian but still, I keep my focus on Kacy, handing her the work order I did up. I keep my distance from Kacy in fear I’ll start thinking about her damn panties again.Fuck. I already am.My eyes drop to her legs. Nope. Stop yourself. Don’t think.

You know, I bet they’re black. Her nails are black.

Clearing my throat, I sigh. My mind is pissing me off. “I can get the parts here in a few days, but there’s some frame damage, and I can’t get access to an align rack until next week.”

I swallow over the lump in my throat and the way her sigh sends a thrill through me. I wonder what her moans sound like? Is she a screamer?

Fuck. Stop!

Her fingertips dance over the work order. Our eyes connect before her touch registers. “No hurry,” she says with a smile, keeping my girls next to her. “I can find a hotel room.”

No fucking way I’m letting that happen. “Well, I—”

“You can stay with us!” Camdyn interrupts, her excitement hardly contained as she bounces up and down.

Kacy’s lashes flutter, but she doesn’t miss a beat. “I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“You’re not,” I say before I can stop myself. “It should only take about a week.”

Lillian glances at the order, smiles, and hands it back to me. She knows there’s a Mercedes dealership nearby, but I left that out. Yes, I know what I’m doing, so don’t lecture me.

Unfortunately for me, I’m thinking about her panties again. I’ve moved on from the color. Now I’m curious about the style. Thong? Bikini? Cheeky? Fuck. I love those. Or maybe they’re basic white granny panties. Sadly, I’d still find them hot and want to peel them off her insanely hot body with my teeth.

Yes, I know. I’m fucked.

And I know what you’re thinking. This is a bad idea, admit it.

Yes. The answer should have been yes.

BARRON

I’ve been working at my dad’s repair shop turning wrenches long before I knew what I wanted to do for a living. And now that I am, every day is predictable. At least once a week, I’ll be called out to the Chandler Ranch because Earl has ignored the warning signs of his tractor he refuses to retire. Grandma Mel will forget where she put her keys, let alone her car, and I’ll drive out of my way to pick her up at the gas station.

And, whether I want to or not, I will have to pry my kids out of something they shouldn’t have squeezed their bodies into, or they will have let animals from one pen into the next without Morgan’s knowledge.

Ever chase a pigmy goat down a highway?

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